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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
X-101,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.