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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.