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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.