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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.