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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
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.