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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Deepchord 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.