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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.