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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Can,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.