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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
JFA,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.