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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
UT,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.