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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.