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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.