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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.