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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Hashim,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.