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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.