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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.