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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.