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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
10cc,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.