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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.