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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.