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 Benin and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.