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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.