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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.