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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.