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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.