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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.