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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.