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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Names,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.