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 Togo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.