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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.