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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.