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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.