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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Rakim 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.