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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.