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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.