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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.