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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.