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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.