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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.