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 Comoros 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.