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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.