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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Gories 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?
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.