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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.