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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.