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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Franke,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.