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 Tajikistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.