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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.