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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Crime,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.