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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Real Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.