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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.