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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.