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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.