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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.