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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.