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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.