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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Metal Thangz to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.