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 Canada and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Mars,
DNA,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.