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 France and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.