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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.