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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.