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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.