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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.