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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.