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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.