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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Television,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.