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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.