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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.