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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.