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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.