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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Pylon,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.