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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.