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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.