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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.