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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Franke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.