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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.