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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.