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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra 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?
Zapp,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.