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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.