Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.