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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.