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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.