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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Organ,
the Human League,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania 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.