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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.