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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.