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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.