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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
MC5,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.