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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
The Names,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.