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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.