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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Victims to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.