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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.