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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.