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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.