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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.