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 Niger and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Ten City,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.