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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
The Move,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.