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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.