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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
PIL,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.