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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Japan,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.