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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Pole,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.