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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.