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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Hashim,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.