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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
10cc,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.