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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.