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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.