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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.