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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.