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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.