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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.