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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
X-102,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.