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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Liliput,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.