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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.