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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.