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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.