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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
DNA,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.