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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.