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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Television,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.