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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.