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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.