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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.