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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Ossler,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.