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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.