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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
MDC,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.