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 Belize and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Franke,
Can,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.