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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
UT,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.