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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.