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 Ghana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.