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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.