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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.