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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Index,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.