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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Can,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.