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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.