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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.