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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.