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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Taipei and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
AZ,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.