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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.