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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.