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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.