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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.