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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 DNA to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.