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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.