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 Montenegro 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Visage,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.