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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.