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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.