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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.