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 North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Pole,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.