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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.