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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.