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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.