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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.