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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.