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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
ABC,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.