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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.