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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.