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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Smog,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.