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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Crime,
Gong,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
UT,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.