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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.