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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Monks,
X-101,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.