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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Roxette,
PIL,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.