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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.