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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.