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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.