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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.