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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.