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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.