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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.