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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.