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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Standells,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Faust,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.