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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.