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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.