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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.