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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.