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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.