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 Burkina and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.