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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.