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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.