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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.