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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.