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 Oman 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.