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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.