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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 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 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.