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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.