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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.