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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.