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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.