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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.