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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.