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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.