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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Names 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.