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 South Sudan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.