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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Pole,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.