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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.