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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.