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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
X-102,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.