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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
UT,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.