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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.