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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.