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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Wings,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.