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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.