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 Burkina and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.