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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.