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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.