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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
UT,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.