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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.