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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.