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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.