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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.