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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.