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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.