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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.