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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.