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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.