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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
This Heat,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.