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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Index,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Wings,
The Slits,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.