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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.