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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.