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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.