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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.