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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.