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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.