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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.