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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.