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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.