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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.