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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 New Christs,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.