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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.