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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.