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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.