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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.