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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Nico,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.