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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.