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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
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.