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 Turkmenistan 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.