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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
10cc,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.