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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Index,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.