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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.