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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.