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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.