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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.