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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.