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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.