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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.