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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Parry Music to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.