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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.