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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.