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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.