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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.