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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.