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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Can,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.