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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.