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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.