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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.