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 Colombia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.