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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.