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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 PIL to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Crime,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Can,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.