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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.