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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
MC5,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
ABBA,
CMW,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.