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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Fortunes 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.