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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.