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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.