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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Television,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.