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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.