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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.