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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Wire,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.