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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.