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 Monaco 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.