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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.