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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Unwound,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.