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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
cv313,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.