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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.