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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.