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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Smog,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.