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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.