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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Organ,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.