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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.