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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.