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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.