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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.