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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.