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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.