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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Index,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.