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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
DNA,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.