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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
John Cale,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Echospace,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.