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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Swans,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.