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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.