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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.