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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.