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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.