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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.