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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Liliput 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Brick,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.