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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.