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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Mars to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.