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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.