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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.