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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.