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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 In Retrospect to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.