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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.