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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.