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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.