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 Albania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.