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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.