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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.