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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.