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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.