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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.