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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.