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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.