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 Cape Verde and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.