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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
the Association,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.