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 Dominica 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.