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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Gories,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.