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 Azerbaijan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.