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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.