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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.