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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.