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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.