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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.