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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.