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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
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.