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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
The Names,
K-Klass,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.