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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.