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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.