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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.