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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.