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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.