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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.