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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.