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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Organ,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.