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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.