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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.