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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.