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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.