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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.