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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
AZ,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.