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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.