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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.