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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Chrome,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.