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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.