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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.