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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Organ,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.