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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
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Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.