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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.