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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Cluster,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.