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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.