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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.