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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.