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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.