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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.