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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.