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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.