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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.