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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.