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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.