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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.