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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.