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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.