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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.