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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Cameo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.