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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.