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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.