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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.