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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.