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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.