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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.