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 Russia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.