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 India and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.