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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.