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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.