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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.