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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.