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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.