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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.