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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.