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 Malawi and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.