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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.