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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.