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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.