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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.