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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Chrome,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.