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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.