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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.