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 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.