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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.