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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.