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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.