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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.