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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.