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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.