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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.