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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.