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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.