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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.