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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.