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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Pagans,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.