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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Kinks 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.