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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.