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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.