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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.