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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.