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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.