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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.