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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.