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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.