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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.