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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.