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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.