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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Quantec 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Gong,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.