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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.