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 Ivory Coast and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Can,
Neil Young,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
JFA,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.