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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.