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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.