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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.