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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
UT,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.