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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Shoche,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.