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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.