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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
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.