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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.