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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.