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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.