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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.