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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.