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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.