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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.