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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.