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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.