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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.