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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
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.