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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.