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 Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The Saints,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.