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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Lyres,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.