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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.