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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.