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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Can to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.