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 Guatemala and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.