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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
UT,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.