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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.