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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.