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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 snare 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 dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.