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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Mars,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.