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 Iraq and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.