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 India and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.