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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.