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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.