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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
DNA,
Organ,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.