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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Model 500,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.