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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.