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 Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.