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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.