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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 David Bowie 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.