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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.