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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.