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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.