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 Malawi and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.