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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.