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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.