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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Dark Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.