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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.