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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.