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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.