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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.