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 Iran and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Niagra,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.