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 Grenada 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DNA,
The Index,
Deakin,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.