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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Index,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.