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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Faust,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.