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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 the Soft Cell 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.