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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Deakin,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.