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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.