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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.