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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.