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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Index,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.