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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.