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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.