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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.