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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.