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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
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.