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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Human League to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.