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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.