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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.