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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.