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 Albania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Can,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.