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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.