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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.