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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mad Mike 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.