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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.