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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.