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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.