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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.