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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
EPMD,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.