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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Organ,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.