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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.