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 Chile and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Television,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.