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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Fugs to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.