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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.