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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.