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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.