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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.