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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.