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 Senegal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.