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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.