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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.