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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.