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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.