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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Swans,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.