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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.