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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.