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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.