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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
AZ,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.