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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.