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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.