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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.