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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.