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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.