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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites 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 jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.